


Broken Panel

by SherbetLemon



Category: Voltron: Legendary Defender
Genre: First Kiss, M/M, One Shot, Singing in the Shower, locked in bathroom
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2017-07-23
Updated: 2017-07-23
Packaged: 2018-12-05 22:43:32
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 1
Words: 4,506
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/11587689
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/SherbetLemon/pseuds/SherbetLemon
Summary: Keith accidentally gets locked in the bathroom with Lance. Singing, face-masks and bonding ensue. It's cute.





	Broken Panel

**Author's Note:**

> This is my first fic so please be kind! I just wanted to try uploading this before the other, longer one I'm working on. This is me trying to get them to be in character and writing their relationship etc so I could learn writing skills and also write something cute for this ship I love.  
> Songs mentioned are Wonderwall by Oasis and Valerie by The Zutons.

Keith wiped the sweat from his forehead and headed to the bathroom. Fighting the training warrior had quickly become part of his nightly routine, tiring him out so that he could get a peaceful night’s sleep. He stepped through the door and pressed his hand to the panel locking it behind him, actions running like clockwork. He jumped at the sound of an unexpected voice.

‘Uhh, occupado!'

Whipping around, his eyes fell onto a disgruntled figure standing by the sink, face shiny with whatever cream he held in his hand.

‘Lance! Why are you in here?’ Keith stuttered, he was used to this part of the castle being empty when he finished training.

‘Hunk was in the other bathroom and I wanted to moisturise.’ Lance stated, rolling his eyes at Keith’s questioning. ‘Hold on, did you just lock that door?’

Keith blinked. ‘Yeah?’

Lance’s expression fell. ‘IDIOT!’

‘What’s your problem!?’

‘Do you ever listen!?’ Lance cried, voice increasing in decibels with every word, ‘Coran told us earlier if we are using this bathroom NOT to lock the door because it’s broken and he can’t fix the panel until we get a part from some ronaflan planet’

Keith’s mind raced back to the meeting they’d had only that morning. True enough, Coran had said something about the lock and he’d made a mental note of it since he used this bathroom every evening. Habit had quickly wiped that memory away. He sighed. ‘Ronaflex.’

Lance threw his arms up in frustration ‘Does that even matter!?’

The dark-haired man ignored his response in favour of placing his fingers to the door panel to leave. The door didn’t budge. He tried once again to no avail. Frantically flipping through the settings, dread rose through his stomach.

‘It won’t unlock will it?’ Lance asked flatly, peering over Keith’s shoulder.

‘Just give me a tick, I’ll fix it’ he snarled back, eyes stuck firmly to the panel. He pressed random settings, trying the door after each one. It remained shut. He could feel Lance’s eyes following his failures, fuelling his frustration. He couldn’t control it, felt its boil pushing at his limbs. He growled trying to rid his anger as he tried yet another setting. It was no use. Giving the panel a final smack and kicking the door for good measure he pulled himself away, hot with anger.

‘Yep, won’t open. Nice work Keith.’ Lance sighed, back falling onto the door.

Keith shot him a warning glare. He was not in the mood to be teased.

‘Look, I’m pretty sure he said the outside panel is fine so if we just wait someone’ll come by and let us out.’ Lance reasoned, finding the idea of staying in a room with an angry bull less than appealing.

‘WHO LANCE?’ Keith exploded, every word dripping with fresh anger. ‘I’M PRETTY SURE EVERYONE’S IN BED NOW AND IF THEY WANT TO USE THE BATHROOM THEY’RE NOT GOING TO COME ALL THE WAY TO THE TRAINING DECK WHEN THERE’S ONE RIGHT BY THEIR ROOMS, ARE THEY?’

Lance hesitated before composing himself and speaking carefully, ‘Okay, maybe we’ll have to wait until morning. But that’s not too long if you think about it. And, I mean, if you’re going to be stuck anywhere surely the bathroom’s the best place? Plenty of water and facilities.’

Keith just stared back. The other was irritatingly calm and he didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of being right. Therefore he decided not to respond, opting to collapse on the floor instead.

A silence settled over the room, a blanket that fell slowly, gradually suffocating Lance. He cleared his throat trying anything to break the silence that had stretched far beyond awkward. He feared it would last until morning, that the progress he and Keith had made was now lying in shards on the bathroom floor. He didn’t want Keith to hate him again. Grasping at threads he landed on what he deemed to be a relatively safe topic, ‘Didn’t you come in here for something?’

Keith glared up at him, watched as he stood leaning on the door frame, thoroughly invested in seeing his own fingers twist together. He gestured to the towel he’d dropped beside him ‘I came to take a shower.’

Lance visibly relaxed. Keith wasn’t ignoring him. And he hadn’t come in to answer nature’s call which was a huge bonus. That would have made the uncomfortable situation level up from ‘resolvable with a few choice words’ to ‘ABORT ABORT LEAVE IMMEDIATELY.’ Lance much preferred the prior, especially when stuck in a locked bathroom. ‘Oh. You can go ahead if you want. I don’t mind. You’ve been on the training deck, right?’

‘Yeah I was fighting one of the warrior bots.’

‘Cool…’ Lance nodded, feeling the awkwardness wash over them once again. After a moment, he felt a sly grin pull at his lips. ‘You should really shower then. I don’t want to be stuck in here with a foul smell’

‘I don’t smell that bad.’ Keith retorted rising to the bait.

‘Oh right, I forgot, when you turned Galra your sweat started smelling like grapes.’

‘I HAVEN’T TURNED GALRA!’

‘Is that?’ Lance leaned forward, squinting at him ‘Is that a patch of purple?’

‘WHY WOULD IT BE?’ Keith yelled back, climbing to his feet to standoff against him.

Lance stepped forward to meet him, face thrust into his personal space. ‘Ooh the classic Galra aggression.’

‘I’M NOT GALRA! I JUST HAVE GALRA BLOOD.’

Lance smirked, ‘Same thing, dude.’

Fire burned behind Keith’s eyes, ‘IT. IS. NOT.’

‘Whatever.’ Lance shrugged, backing away from the red-faced man. He made a show of sniffing the air before speaking again ‘You should really take a shower though.’

Keith’s face grew even redder, before he huffed and turned his back to the other. The anger coursing through him made him sweat more. His clothes stuck uncomfortably to his body making him feel even hotter. The idea of washing it away in the shower was getting even more tempting. He thought about sitting back down with his skin sticky and pungent clothing and immediately made up his mind. He ripped his shirt over his head, kicking off his boots.

Lance’s eyes doubled in size as he got an eyeful of Keith’s torso. The man in question turned to him, surprised to see a faint blush dusting the other’s cheeks.

‘I’m gonna go shower, turn around until the water starts.’

Lance violently nodded before whirling around, waiting for the sound of falling water.

 

With Keith firmly behind the shower curtain, Lance sunk to the floor considering what to do next. Maybe Keith would be more amiable once cooled and cleaned. He felt boredom gnawing at his insides and built up the courage to strike up a conversation.

‘Don’t you sing in the shower?’

Silence followed the question. Lance began to regret his decision, worried that his words had solidified the awkward tension.

‘No.’

A response! Lance grinned, finally breaking through Keith’s armour. ‘Why not!?’

‘I shower. Why would I sing?’

‘It’s part of the whole shower experience! You just let go and belt something out. It improves your day tenfold.’

A beat of silence passed before Keith asked, ‘Won’t you get water in your mouth?’

Lance’s face was a painting of confusion. ‘What, no? How would you even?’ Then a horrifying thought dawned on him. ‘Wait. Don’t tell me. You shower _facing_ the shower head?’

‘Yes?’ Keith asked, a lilt of confusion tacked onto his question.

‘Oh my god! WHO ARE YOU?’

‘What’s wrong with that?’

Lance could picture the cute, confused pout Keith wore as he spoke the previous words. He smiled before responding ‘Isn’t it irritating having water hitting your face like that. And what about shampoo!? Surely it would fall straight into your eyes?’

‘I shut them.’ Keith replied, indignant.

‘Keith. You’re showering all wrong. You face AWAY from the shower head. You SING your heart out. And you make sure shampoo stays OUT of your face rather than just shutting your eyes.’

‘It’s a shower. You get clean and you move on.’

‘Don’t underestimate the power of a good shower.’

Keith snickered ‘Nice rhyme.’

Lance grinned at the noise, ‘It’s true though, showers do have healing properties. I never feel better than when I’ve had a good shower.’

‘Being clean is the nice feeling, not the shower itself.’

‘Just try singing.’

Keith scoffed.

‘Just try it.’

‘No.’

‘Your favourite song.’

‘No.’

‘You’ll be surprised’

‘…’

‘I’ll sing with you.’

Keith sighed, ‘fine.’

Lance whooped pulling his hands into the air. ‘What song do you want to do?’

Keith considered for a moment. He started quietly, voice awkward and slightly off tune. ‘Today, is gonna be the day-‘

‘OH MY GOD WONDERWALL!’ Lance exclaimed, laughter bursting from his lungs.

‘What’s wrong with Wonderwall!?’ Keith yelled back, embarrassment covering him like the water from the shower.

‘I’m sorry,’ Lance paused, wiping a tear from his eye, ‘I just didn’t realise I was at your debut indie concert.’

Keith growled in response. ‘Alright, you choose the song.’

‘No, no, no Wonderwall’s fine’ Lance spluttered, laughter still spilling from his lips.

‘Not anymore it’s not.’ Keith snapped.

Lance considered the songs he would usually sing and songs that Keith would happily sing. There wasn’t much crossover. Karaoke classics swam through his mind and a smile tugged at his lips.

‘Okay join in when you know the words’ Lance took a deep breath before singing loudly ‘Well sometimes I go out by myself and I look across the water.’

Keith smiled to himself, recognising the words. He found Lance’s happy voice pulling him, he quietly joined in, voice wobbling ‘And I think of all the things, what you do and in my head I make a picture.’

As the song progressed to the chorus his confidence built. He began matching Lance’s enthusiasm, forgetting his earlier embarrassment. They both took a deep breath before yelling at the top of their voices ‘Why don’t you come on over, Valerie?’

Keith found himself swept away with the song, closing his eyes whilst making the noise of the guitar riff, before projecting ‘Valerie.’

‘Did you have to go to jail, put your-’ Before he realised it he’d run out of lyrics he could remember, resorting to mumbling incoherent words.

Lance giggled in response before increasing his volume to carry them through to the chorus, ‘Are you shopping anywhere, changed the colour of your hair, are you busy?’

Keith gasped in response ‘Oh yeah.’ But still made more noises in the rhythm rather than actual words.

Finally, it came to the chorus again and he returned to matching Lance’s words, voice tinged with happiness. Lance was right, this was fun. The water mostly covered his voice and the curtain served as a wonderful hiding place to truly let go.

As they finished singing Keith couldn’t help but laugh.

‘See what I mean?’ Lance jabbed from the other side of the curtain.

‘Okay, yeah, that was a pretty good experience.’

Lance beamed.

Keith switched off the water, squeezing the water from his hair. ‘Alright I’m coming out.’

Lance swirled round, facing the door once again. ‘Cool. I am facing the door.’

Keith stepped out, looking over to see Lance’s back swaying back and forth, humming the tune to Valerie. He grabbed his towel and quickly changed. As he began pulling his boots back on he announced he was done. Lance turned to see Keith with his towel draped over his head, water dripping onto his t-shirt.

‘Shouldn’t you dry your hair more? Your t-shirts going to be soaked.’

‘Hmm?’ Keith looked up from his shoes. ‘Oh, I usually blow dry it so I didn’t think about that.’

Lance sighed. ‘Well you can’t blow dry it now.’

Keith pulled the towel over the ends of his hair, huffing as it had little effect. He threw the towel down onto his lap, ‘Show me how to do that thing you do where you wear the towel like a hat.’

‘You don’t know how to do that!? Even though you have long hair!?’ Lance exclaimed, face shocked.

Keith blushed, eyes avoiding his gaze. ‘Nevermind.’

‘No it’s fine I’ll show you! Come here.’ He patted the floor in front of him. Keith shuffled forward, and settled opposite him. ‘Gimme the towel.’

Lance flattened it out onto his lap, then coaxed Keiths head forward, pulling his hair into his face. He placed the towel onto the back of his head, twisting his locks into the centre before pushing it back. He lifted Keith’s chin. ‘Done.’

With his hair pulled back, Keith’s face was bigger, his eyes saucers staring back into his own. He felt a magnet gently pull his face forward. Keith felt it too, leaning in so their noses were only millimetres apart. Suddenly realising their proximity, Keith could feel the heat radiating from Lance’s smooth skin. He noticed how soft it looked, how it seemed to glow from within.

‘F-Face Mask’ he blurted out before he could do something he’d regret.

Lance jerked back at the noise, the reality of what he was doing crashing down on him. His face burned. Keith continued stuttering ‘Y-Your skins really smooth. It’s because of the face masks, right?’

Lance coughed to centre himself, ‘Yeah. Yes. YES! Actually you look like you could use one.’

Keith choked ‘What!?’

‘Yeah, your skin looks a little dry. That’s what I was looking at… We should do one! Yes! Let’s do it!’ Lance spoke frantically, rising to his feet.

‘Now?’ Keith replied, unsure how to react to this sudden burst of energy.

‘Yes now!’

Lance walked briskly over to one of the baskets they kept beside the sink, intensely rifling through to find what he looked for. Keith quietly peered over his shoulder, watching the various coloured bottles and packages move around. It looked like a pretty treasure trove full of mystery.

‘Ah ha!’ Lance cried pulling a pastel blue package from the bottom of the box.

‘What is it?’

Lance jumped, packet flying through the air. He leaned his body as far back over the sink as he could stretch, wide-eyes staring at the other man. ‘Quiznak! Keith don’t do that!’ He yelled, breathing heavily, hand held over his heart.

Keith side-eyed him whilst reaching down to pick up the fallen treasure. Lance snatched it back from him. ‘This,’ he said, dangling the packet in front of Keith’s eyes, ‘Is a facial peel-off mask.’

Keith looked horrified, eyes dilated, lips slightly parted. Images of zombies and horror films zoomed through his minds. ‘Peel-off’ he muttered, barely above a whisper.

Lance burst out laughing. He bent over clutching his stomach, forcing words from his mouth, ‘Oh my god! Your face!’ He steadied himself on the sink regaining his breath. ‘The mask peels off from your face! You don’t peel your skin off!’

Keith seemed relieved, before a blush settled onto his face as he realised his mistake. Trying to make himself sound any less idiotic, he retorted ‘It’s a misleading name.’

Lance looked at him, expression steadier. He squeezed Keith’s shoulder, ‘It really isn’t dude.’

Keith pouted, turning his face to the side, unable to conjure up a comeback. Lance didn’t continue teasing him though, already ripping the packet open. A fresh fragrance of tea-tree and cucumber filled the room. Keith breathed in deeply, allowing the aroma to fill his entire being.

Lance watched the process, smiling broadly, ‘It’s nice, right?’

Keith nodded in response, finding the intoxicating smell relaxing. Lance sat down in the space by the door and Keith followed suit. 

‘Okay, once we put the cream on your face it’s going to harden and then after 10 minutes we can just peel it right off.’

Keith’s eyes were full of wonder thinking about how the cream would turn into a skin he could peel. It seemed magical. Lance sensed Keith’s curiosity. He felt warmed by the fact he was interested in something only Lance seemed to do here.

‘Close your eyes’ Lance commanded. He then began gently painting Keith’s face with the contents of the package. He observed how his shoulders relaxed and expression became peaceful. He slowed his movements to observe longer.

‘Done’ he announced, standing to wash his hands. Keith stretched to see in the mirror in front of him. He snorted seeing his face covered in blue.

Lance watched through the mirror and gave a gentle warning, ‘Careful, if you move too much it won’t dry well and will be difficult to peel.’

Keith grunted in response as Lance returned to sit next to him beginning to apply the mask to his own face. He felt a hand pull his at his arm. Turning, he was met with Keith’s determined eyes inches from his. He let his hand drop to the floor. Keith pointed to his eyes and shut them.

Lance smirked. ‘You can speak y’know. Just no large movements.’

The other just glared back at him in response.

Lance feared the relaxed atmosphere would be shortlived. He quickly tried to rectify it, speaking quickly, ‘Okay, okay, I’ll do it!’ He shut his eyes and felt Keith’s fingers trace his features, his touch burned but left the cool cream behind. Lance felt his muscles become less tense and drew further back into the wall.

‘Done.’ Keith announced. Lance opened his eyes to see a very proud Keith staring back at him. He felt entranced by the expression, staring back wide eyed. He shook his head before he was caught looking, brushing his jeans as he rose to his feet. He began typing on the door panel.

‘Ten minutes is like ten dobashes right? He asked, chewing his lip.

Keith grunted in affirmation and Lance set the timer.

 

The two sat in silence breathing in the refreshing tea-tree. After a while Lance let his head fall against the door shutting his eyes, feeling the skin on his face tightening. Keith hummed, head lolling to the side. Lance’s eyes flew open at the weight hitting his shoulder. He looked to see the other lying against his shoulder, a small smile on his lips. A face Lance rarely got to see.

‘This is actually pretty relaxing.’ Keith’s voice was soft and honest. Lance felt a swell of pride flow through him. He’d managed to get Keith to relax. Keith, who never failed to roll his eyes at the site of Lance wearing a facemask. Keith, who had a constant knot in his brow and an unhealthy habit of training until ungodly hours. Keith, who always cared more about the team than he let on. Keith, who he couldn’t stop teasing and he could never work out why.

‘See? I’m a genius.’ Lance grinned waiting for a berating comment. However, he was met with the opposite.

‘Yeah, you are.’

Lance’s mouth dropped open, destroying the integrity of the mask. His jaw bobbed up and down but no response came. What had he done to Keith? He’d managed to extract a compliment from the guy? He was not prepared for this. How was he supposed to respond? His escalating thoughts were abrubtly ended when the timer buzzed to life. Saved by the bell! He scrambled to his feet switching it off whilst Keith lazily extracted himself from the wall, rubbing his eyes.

‘What, now?’

‘Now we peel.’ Lance declared, grinning down at the other who stared back dazed. He began rubbing at the mask at his jaw and launched into an explanation for Keith, ‘Now it should be like a thin mask and if you rub at the edge it’ll come up like a sticker.’

Keith copied the action feeling the once liquid mask rubbery under his fingers. ‘It’s like PVA glue’ he mused, thinking back to primary school craft lessons. He would usually end up with a rough imitation of the teachers work with the majority of materials covering his own hands.

Lance chuckled, reminiscing ‘Yeah kinda is. When I was little I used to dip my hand in the glue pots just to let it dry and peel it off.’

‘That’s a bit weird Lance.’ Keith replied, voice lacking its usual malice.

‘Hey! You can’t deny it was super satisfying peeling glue off your hands! That’s why I got into facemasks! My mum gave me some after she caught me painting my arm with glue. Better for my skin, right? And less of a waste of glue.’

‘Your mum’s a smart woman.’

Lance smiled fondly, ‘Yeah she is.’ He continued to lift the mask, pulling it from his cheek in one clean movement. ‘Hey check this out Keith’ he called as he raised the film in one sheet and held it in front of a smug grin. ‘All in one baby!’

Keith rolled his eyes. ‘That’s gross’ he said but felt as if a gauntlet had been thrown at his feet. He began picking at the mask more gently trying to imitate Lance’s action, careful not to rip it. He felt it begin to lift in a larger piece and smiled to himself. As the skin lifted his triumph was quickly trumped by the rejuvenation of the cool air tickling his skin once again. His pores welcomed the freedom, his skin never felt cleaner. He felt as if he was removing his old skin, a new him left in its wake. Like a new beginning. He didn’t need to beat Lance anymore but just enjoy the moment. As the last tendril lifted he felt truly relaxed. He lifted the film to his eye line, the ghost of his face dangling in front of him. He smirked, ‘That is pretty satisfying.’

Lance squinted at the flawless peel Keith held up to him, his own missing the section from his chin. He reached up and removed the last piece from his face, mumbling ‘Yeah, well, it’s your fault mines broken.’

‘Sure Lance, sure.’ Keith felt smug that Lance had resorted to flat out lying to maintain his pride. He’d won.

After binning the wrinkled skins, the two sat together leaning against the bathtub. Lance watched as Keith continuously stroked his cheek. He smirked, ‘skin feeling softer buddy?’

Keith froze as if caught shoplifting. He cast his eyes to the floor away from Lance’s knowing ones, ‘yes actually.’

Lance hummed, leaning into Keith’s personal space. ‘I bet mines softer.’

Keith’s eyes flew back to Lance’s, glare meeting raised eyebrow. He hadn’t noticed their proximity before. Now it was the only thing he could think about. The warmth radiating from Lance’s skin. The light breath on his cheek. Lance’s eye brow lowered, cocky expression fizzling away to leave something vulnerable.

‘Thanks for taking me seriously.’ Lance said, voice like honey, eyes intense. Keith gulped, unable to tear his eyes from the deep sea of Lance’s. ‘Kinda thought you all laughed at me for it.’ ~~~~

Keith frowned. ‘Why would we do that?’

The other shrugged. ‘It’s an odd habit, right? Probably makes people want to stay away. Don’t want to know what the weirdo’s up to’ He forced out a laugh, no longer meeting Keith’s eyes.

‘I mean, not really.’

Lance looked up at him, confused.

Keith held his gaze, continuing, ‘Everybody does their own thing, has their own interests. S’not like it affects me.’

Lance gave a short laugh. ‘That’s such a Keith thing to say.’

He rolled his eyes in response, pulling his head round with them. ‘I don’t care if you have odd habits. We’re teammates, how you act among us is what’s important. Doing a face mask now and then won’t affect how well we work together or make me not want to be around you. And to be honest people sharing their unusual interests is exciting. Get to find out about something new.’

Keith finished his speech before looking back at Lance. His breath caught in his throat. Lance’s blue eyes were soft, expression open, the insecurity gone.

‘The facemasks remind me of home. I know it’s just a beauty product but it feels important to me. Like I put the mask on and I’m back home lounging around with my sisters. I didn’t want it to be tainted. Except now I just remember how far away home is. And how I’m not home. And how I have to do these masks alone.’ He took a deep breath, regaining his centre before continuing, voice softer than before, ‘So thanks for doing the mask with me. And not making fun of me. I feel like knowing you’d mocked them would have been the final blow. The image of home well and truly crushed. It was nice for it to be actually relaxing once again.’

Lance smiled widely and honestly at the other man. It was warm and golden, like the sunrise and Keith couldn’t help but stare. He reached up to cradle Lance’s cheek, the skin soft in his calloused fingers. Bringing their faces together he pushed his lips to the others, Lance completely filling all his senses. A second passed before he was met with a soft affirmation, causing his lips to curve. Unable to stop smiling he moved back, leaning his forehead against the other’s. 

‘Your skin is softer.’ Keith whispered, centimetres from the others mouth.

‘Guess we need to do a few more masks to catch you up then.’ Lance replied glancing between Keith’s mouth and eyes.

‘Guess we will.’ Keith moved back in for another kiss, warmth meeting his lips, the smell of tea tree filling his nose once again. He became more hungry, chasing Lance’s lips, moving impossibly closer. Lance reached up to cradle his neck, playing with the roots of his hair below the towel. His body was on fire, every touch causing another spark. Lance felt like an extension of himself, a syrup that covered his whole being. 

Lance gasped, jerking his head back, eyes wide. Keith stared back in confusion, hands remaining on the other’s hips. Then he heard it. The knocking. His jaw dropped.

‘Is someone locked in here?’ Shiro’s muffled voice called from the other side of the door, loud in the now silent bathroom.

‘Uh… Yeah… YES.’ Lance scrambled to his feet brushing the creases from his shirt, yelling frantically. ‘ME AND KEITH ARE. WE GOT LOCKED IN. PLEASE HELP US OUT SHIRO.’ He shot a panicked look at the bewildered Keith who hadn’t moved since he heard the knocking.

Keith shook himself awake, standing to join Lance. ‘Yeah… I forgot about the whole broken panel thing. Sorry Shiro.’

‘It’s alright Keith. I’ll just override the lock from the panel out here.’ The two could hear the light clicking of Shiro’s fingers tapping at the buttons from outside. It dawned on Keith they only had a few seconds left together, whatever this was would be over. Before the panic could set in, he felt a hand squeeze his own. He looked up to see Lance’s lidded eyes watching him.

‘We’re not leaving this in here.’

Keith shook his head, a small smile tugging his lips. ‘Course not.’

**Author's Note:**

> Shiro: Nice hat Keith.  
> Keith: *blushes*
> 
> Thanks for reading! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧


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